I took Troy out for an early morning Easter walk today. Along the way, we saw a June Bug laying on his back on the sidewalk, kicking his feet, and struggling to turn over. So, I stopped and helped put him into the grass. Troy exclaimed, “There’s more over there! Help them too, dada!” So, I helped a few more struggling bugs get their footing again. Pointing at even more bugs, Troy said, “There’s more there, dada. They need our help!”
“They’re dead, bud.”
“Well, help them.”
“I can’t help them all unfortunately. But we saved a few, and even though that seems like a small difference, it was a big deal to those few bugs.”
“I wish we could help them all, dada.”
“Me too, bud. Me too.”
Pretty soon, I distracted him with other bugs and insects crawling across the sidewalk. He particularly liked the Roly Poly Pill Bugs, and he kept saying, “Turn them into a ball, dada.” So, I did.
He also got excited to find dead, dried worms along the way for some reason. He even made me go out of the way to find more. Eventually, he got out to walk, because he felt like I wasn’t doing a good enough job at finding them.
I taught him about different kinds of birds. Like the mockingbird, and how they change their tune so much, because they’re singing other birds’ songs. They don’t have a song of their own. Kind of like Pentatonix. They’re the mockingbird of the human world.
We heard a morning dove “hooing” from a rooftop. I tried to imitate her, but I ended up sounding like a mad scientist laughing. “Hoo, hoo, ho, hoo!”
And
all along the path, we kept our eyes open for the elusive Easter Bunny, which
we never saw. But we kept hoping, because wouldn’t it be cool to see a bunny
rabbit on Easter!

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